Thursday, November 25, 2021

Thanksgiving 2021


The hazy, clouded midafternoon light
shines through the condensation on windows.
The warmth of the oven, also keeping
cold, penetrating wind outside at bay.
The air rich and fragrant with roasting meat,
herbs, and vegetables, all lending their
moisture and flavor to the atmosphere.

We doze or sit and sip hot chocolate,
having nowhere to be but here and now.
The sound of you breathing slowly, softly,
as we read, and wait to gather around
the table soon set with its piquant bounty,
and meet each other’s eyes in gratitude.

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